Out of Doors

Nature Songs

by Annie Johnson Flint

Excerpt

HE lights of the city gleam and glow II In the misty purple dusk, Bursting out of the grimy globes Like tropical fruits from the husk: A myriad sparkling orbs of light, Violet, golden, scarlet, white, Blazing up at the stars of night.

But the light was not in the globes; Man's hand has led it there, His power, his thought, the wonder wrought, Captured and chained the ﬂare; And the light obeys his will.